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Chapter 2 Hey Hi you guys! Here's the next chapter, Hopefully the third will be longer and dive more into the meat of things. Or maybe it'll be the 4th; I've definitely got unexpected stuff coming Anyways, enjoy and any input is welcomed. {Eleanor} Eleanor enjoyed the satisfying click of her heels on the rough sidewalk; it was a gorgeous day, so she ultimately decided to walk to work. She'd brushed her coppery hair into a professional, yet casual high ponytail, along with this, she wore one of her favorite summery blouses. The blouse was a pleasant yellow tone and was adorned with tiny roses; Eleanor had paired this with a neutral gray pencil skirt. She decided to keep the makeup minimal, as she did almost every work day; she'd gazed in the mirror, checking her face for any imperfections before she headed out. Eleanor enjoyed the soft tumbles of her red hair, and she considered herself decent when it came to her face: pale, with a sprinkling of freckles, an upturned nose, blue eyes and fullish lips. Like her face, everything for Eleanor was decent, normal, and modest, which she enjoyed. --However Eleanor was about 9'7, that was the only thing pretty irregular about her, she was pretty tall for a female Amazon. Obviously as she did every morning, she ruled out red lipstick, acknowledging in the back of her mind that it'd wash her out. She followed up her mundane daily routine by having her coffee and bagel alone (4 creams, 6 sugars) at her island in the neat kitchen of her modest apartment. Eleanor did her best not to let her friends pressure her out of her quaint and stable lifestyle; Ironically enough they were all lively 20 something Amazons, the only jolt of excitement she received in her otherwise plain life. Many had Littles and were always trying to pressure her into getting one, she'd heard it all before-- "You're young, you have a stable job, and a place--" "They're such cute little things, and honestly you seem a bit lonely sometimes…" "Littles *need* our help El, it might help you find more direction in what you wanna do, maybe open you up a bit more..?" ---And so on and so forth. Eleanor solidly believed she was one of the only Amazons who didn't actually want or need a little. She was 24, had a stable job at the firm down the street, El was unattached and unmarried, and she made enough money to live comfortably. It wasn't that she didn't think Littles were cute or that they *didn't* need Amazons, it's just she really didn't have time for a pet. El wanted to live on her own terms and nothing was going to interrupt her quiet, stable life. She never had much of a maternal instinct (which everyone thought she was strange for), I mean sure, Littles were fun to play with and look at, but she seriously couldn't see herself taking care of one of the needy little things on her own. She mused upon these things as she walked to work. All around Eleanor, the general hustle and bustle of the midmorning was taking place; there were several Littles toddling about accompanied by their Mommies or Daddies, and plenty of Inbetweeners. Life around her in the sizeable Amazonian city was fast-paced, and that was just the way she liked it; the yin to Eleanor's yang. Her walk went according to plan until she reached the gross tiny alleyway she walked by every morning. “Uh..Ma’am, I uh, Hello?? I was wondering--" The small voice was sudden and caused Eleanor to stop in her tracks. Gazing down, she saw a little soft brown face peering out from the alleyway. Eleanor was genuinely confused, what the hell was this Little doing in an alleyway without a damn Big?! --Maybe she was one of those "self-sufficient" Littles who didn't need a Mommy or Daddy. Or..maybe she was a lost portal Little? Hell, those Littles were always getting into trouble, Eleanor scoffed but quickly turned it into a cough. Eleanor cleared her throat and cut her off, "Sweetie, what are you doing in there?--Don't you know it's dangerous to go wandering off?" The Little slowly stepped out from behind the wall, the little thing couldn't be more than 4'7; her pink fuzzy sweater was mussed and her jeans were dirty….and honestly too tight and grown up looking for a Little, especially a Little like her. Eleanor worriedly wondered if the girl was wearing a diaper, she had heard all Littles were virtually incompetent when it came to their bathroom habits; all if not most Littles needed diapers. She looked…very soft and very vulnerable. Not just because she was a Little (of course), but El could clearly see the girl's puffy eyes, she looked as if she'd been crying. Her hair looked equally as soft, and the way the little girl rocked back and forth from one sneakered foot to the other told Eleanor she was obviously nervous…and maybe even scared. Eleanor carefully ushered the Little out of the way of incoming people on the sidewalk, and away from their curious looks. Further into the filthy alleyway, El kneeled down in preparation to listen to the girl. Eleanor decided she would try and help the girl, after all, she didn't want to get in trouble, and this Little looked like she genuinely needed some supervision.

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Hey Hi! --I'm pretty new but it seems like I've been a lurker on here for ages lol You can call me Jo-Jo or just smush is cool Seeing Baby Sofia's post about day length in the DD reminded me that I wanted more canonical information about the Diaper Dimension/Amazons as I continue to try to write my series. Having more knowledge about portal littles versus little citizens of the Amazon dimension would be nice. i.e I've read a couple stories where portal littles are aware of the Amazons and voluntarily travel there for multiple reasons and I've read a stories where portal littles are taken from their dimension-- are there any rules/regulations to portal technology? (choosing whether my main character is aware of the dimension are not is my choice I believe, but since I want her to be a portal little, I want to be able to go into the nuances of the technology) Additionally more knowledge about Amazonian day-to-day technology/products would be great (i.e I already do know about body modification for littles, nanny robots/Android, specific foods for littles, etc) --but are there any other prominent things I should be aware of concerning Amazon tech? Thanks for any input or additional info you have!

--Thank you! The way I actually planned to set it up was with Lorrie not realizing she'd shrunken some when she entered the Amazonian dimension--fair point though, considering you said even smaller Littles might be hard to carry (However, like Littletomas mentions, its probably still feasible despite my lack of research lol) But any additional knowledge on the DD you or anyone else has to offer, I'd appreciate. I've read tons of stories including Princess PP's original, and I've found many unspoken rules/trends, however I'd definitely prefer more solid resources/refs Thanks for your input! Thank you so much! ❤️ Glad to know my vision was at least somewhat realistic lol

Hi, I'm new; and this is my first story! I've been a hugggggge fan of the various diaper dimension stories I've found on the site and elsewhere; I've also specifically been a fan of Sophie, Pudding, bbykimmy and Mee's work too So, this is my first shot at writing a story like this, any input or technical/grammatical criticism is welcomed. Thanks foe reading if ya do! (Its a slow start lol) Chapter 1 {Lorrie} Lorrie wheezed out another strangled breath as her feet crunched against the grimy ground; her damp shirt clung to her back as she tried to quell her growing panic. Why in the hell was everything so big?--and why the fuck were the people even bigger? Lorrie quickly peered out from the dank and shadowy alleyway she’d found herself in; there were tons of...well..Giants. Big men and ladies, all ranging from 3-5 feet taller than her 5’3 frame. All of them hurriedly bustled around, large men in neutral colored business suits, almost all of the ladies with their children--pushing them in strollers, strapped to their chests in harnesses, or just simply being toted around in their gigantic arms. But wait, something didn’t seem right, about even that; obviously the babies would be bigger--wherever she happened to be, because the full grown adults were. But again, something seemed off about the children she saw almost all these women hoisting around. All the babies were dressed immensely over the top, especially the girls. Pastel lace and frills seemed to completely take over their forms, bonnets, mittens and huge puffy diapers were all she saw. One girl: light brown hair concealed in a lavender bonnet, head nuzzled her giant Mother’s bosom, as the gigantic lady cooed at her. Pale yellow mittens--seemingly a bit too big-- also hid the girl’s hands as she clutched at her Mommy’s blouse; the dress of the girl was also something to be beheld: it was absolutely floofy and looked soft and fresh to the touch. It was the same soft lavender color as the girl’s bonnet, and just as adorned with ribbon and lace. Lorrie ripped her eyes away and pressed her back up against the rough and dusty brick wall of the alleyway. Sinking down to her bottom she thought No--this can’t be right. Was she dreaming? She swiped her grubby, clammy hands at her hairline in exasperation, looking around. Within the alleyway she spotted several black trashbags, capable of completely swallowing her up--and then some. Lorrie also spotted several metal trashcans, capable of doing the same. She scanned the alleyway quickly again, looking for a potential weapon...looking for well, anything. She pondered if that was actually necessary for a moment; well, no one looked particularly menacing (disregarding their size of course.) Surely someone could help her? Maybe one of the many doting Mothers she spotted traipsing around--Lorrie chewed at her lip. Her thoughts continued to get more frantic as she tried to think of a logical explanation for where she was and what had happened to her; Lorrie knew good and well, no matter what kind of situation she was in, she calming down was imperative--it was absolutely necessary if she was going to find help and get the hell out of here. Tears stung her eyes and threatened to spill over as she panted out another shaky breath. Where was she? One second she was...was..?? What the hell? More uncertainty clouded her mind as she unknowingly began to hyperventilate. Lorrie began to shake as she felt her throat start to squeeze itself closed. Okay. Okay, Okay. Calm down. She willed herself to breathe more normally; there was no way she was going to launch herself into a full fledged asthma attack--especially since she had no idea where her inhaler was. As she breathed slowly through her nose, her mind gravitated back towards seeking help. Weighing the pros and cons: She had no clue where she was, how she got here, and what she was doing before miraculously ending up in the alleyway...what worse could happen? I mean, they could eat her? She chuckled dryly to herself; there could be serious danger, Lorrie knew that. However, she was small and fast, and she could probably outrun any of these literal...literal..Amazons? Lorrie allowed herself to partake in another giggle. Obviously, she’d rather not have to run, with her current emotional state and her lack of inhaler, that wouldn’t be the best tactic to have to resort to, but its the only one she possessed for now. Talking realistically, any of these giants could hurt her...very very badly. However, she wasn’t going to get anywhere or find anything out sitting in this disgusting alleyway. Lorrie slowly rose up, letting the brick wall support her. She was going to ask for help--no need to make a scene like a blubbering toddler, maybe she could tug on one of the giantess’s dresses, or call out just loud enough to get their attention. Lorrie thought about asking about where the nearest police station was, or asking one of them to make a call for her (there was no way she could hold a cellphone or telephone of their size.) She would be polite, cordial, and calm--she would act like the 20 year old she was, even though she felt ever so small and ever so frightened. Standing up fully now, Lorrie felt the gravel crunch beneath her shoes--she looked to the murky puddle near her feet. Focusing on her reflection, she tried to erase any trace of prior panic and tears from her face. Her deep tawny skin was moist from the few tears she had shed, she swiped at her cheeks and groaned at the puffiness of her eyes. She seriously did not want to look like some pitiful baby to these big-ass giant women. Even after her face was mostly dry, her nose remained a dusky red color; she then attempted to fix her dark kinky curls, fluffing out the single bun it was puffed into. Her clothes looked mussed and dirty, but that was kind of unavoidable considering she woke up in a grimy alleyway. The light pink sweater she wore had a nice gray film of dirt--her jeans did as well. Lorrie did her best to straighten herself out before she peeked out of the alleyway once more. Striding down the sidewalk, there was a copper haired giantess fast approaching. Even though she looked as if she might have been heading to work or somewhere, due to her being dressed a charcoal pencil skirt and a yellow flowered blouse-- surprisingly, her face held the most content look. She looked.. Warm, friendly, she seemed to be enjoying her day; people watching as she strolled down the sidewalk. Lorrie still felt a plain air of intimidation, as this woman literally seemed to be almost 9 feet tall; however, she looked close to Lorrie’s age, and she stood out amongst the hustle and bustle outside the alleyway. So, it was then Lorrie decided to bite the bullet. She craned half of her body out of the alleyway into the approaching Amazon’s line of sight. Wincing at the sunshine that hit her eyes, she began to wave her arms in an attempt to get the giantess to notice her and look down. “Uh..Ma’am, I uh, Hello?? I was wondering--”